World's Greatest Rat Story

      We served a lot of prime rib at the Club last night, and one of my tables was telling rat stories. I have a great rat story ever. Regrettably, I was too busy to tell it.

      When I was in Korea (1994-95), I had a Samsung class, a group of very bright, upper level managers. With English grammar better than the average American, accent and conversation were our focus. Walking to class one morning, I saw five rats, so I said to them, “The city has to do something about those garbage houses!”

        Changwon was a brand new city built with 20-story apartments along a wide boulevard. At the back of each was a small concrete block house and the women from the apartments would toss the kitchen garbage in the house. The metal doors had a 2 inch clearance, so the rats came and went with ease.

      Furthermore, down by the river there was an open market and you could go in, pick a chicken, the seller, would kill and gut it. At the end of the day, the rats moved in.

      “The city has to do something about the garbage houses and the open market.”

      “That's not the problem, Ms. McD,” Jaegoo insisted, “the problem is, nobody eats rat anymore!”

In a prime rib world, it's good to be able to cast a Critical Eye back to rat land!